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The Duckel’ing

One soppy morning, on our way to the hen house to gather chicken eggs, my oldest granddaughter was just the right height to spot movement in the tall stasis near the duck pen.

“Grandma, what’s that? Something moved.”

It caught my attention about the time she finished speaking. A newly hatched duckling was attempting to get back into the duck pen. On the other side, floating lifeless in the water was another newly hatched duckling. The pen was not a safe place for the hatchlings. I quickly rescued the living duckling and wrapped it in my top against my belly to keep it warm.

“Is it okay? Is the duckel’ing okay?” GrandThing1 was very worried.

We hurried back to the house where we gathered a storage bin, some rags and a heat lamp. When the makeshift brood box was ready, I slipped the little bird from under my top. My granddaughter’s eyes widened as she raised her delicate little hands in an open cup to receive the tiny baby.

We placed the feathered baby into its brood box. GrandThing1 announced, “The duckel’ing needs a nap.” Off she rushed to where she napped during her visits.I heard rustling, a little bit of grumbling, then, “Here it is!” Back she came with her favorite nap time storybook. She seated herself so the duckling could hear. Her little voice did not miss a beat retelling her memorized tale.

“Brown bear, brown bear…”

The Duckel’ing by GrandThing1. Of course now she says “duckling” it has been many birthdays since this event. We will always remember the “duckel’ing.”

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Reblogged this on THE FORESTER ARTIST and commented:
My Mary, The Backdoor Artist, posted a special birthday tribute to our grand daughter. I felt it only appropriate as a doting grandpa to reblog it. As you can see, she is on her way to becoming a great artist! Me biased… no way!

That story brought tears to my eyes. When middle child was a toddler she was always helping her grandfather, my dad in the veggie garden, whereas my eldest and youngest spent their time with grandma in the house. My children have loads of memories of my parents who sadly left us to soon.

Congratulations! Babies are wonderful and a lot of work. Grandchildren are awesome! I have often heard people say, “If I had known grandchildren were so much fun, I would have had them first.” I disagree with that sentiment, I wouldn’t trade a day with our kids while they were growing up. 😉